Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
PIL,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.